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... uried in the loess, leaving only a little bit of the hilt to stay outside the earth, covering the loess, obscuring the peaks, and the inch of cold light. Falling into the eyes of the monsoon smoke, it is like a thunder, and suddenly blasts in the heart of the monsoon smoke.
Almost in an instant, the monsoon smoke rushed to the collapsed tunnel, and the hands were carefully opened. The loess of the sword was buried, and the epee that Yang Lan had never left was dug out.
The moment w ...
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